Recently, as in this week, I received one of those cards in the mailbox telling me I had a package. Until moving into the apartment, we would have had to go all the way to the post office to pick up said package; since we live in an apartment complex now, all we had to do was go to the office and ask for said packages. I say “we”, but the truth is The Husband went to pick up the packages. He was expecting something. The cards just had our last name on it so we really didn’t know which one was receiving something, or if it was to both of us.

There turned out to be two packages and they were both for me. One said it came from Hong Kong. Inside it was a headset to use with the wireless controllers for the X-Box 360. The second package had a Nook HD+ cover. Not only was it a cover but it was PURPLE!

The thing is: There wasn’t a note or a letter inside the packages. I called all of my sisters and none of them had sent me anything. I asked some friends around here, the ones who would actually do something special like that and a) not put their name on it because they had forgotten; or b) because it would be really fun to watch me try to figure out who had given me such wonderful presents. And, no, they had not gotten these wonderful gifts for me.

The most obvious conclusion is that The Husband got me two more birthday presents. He immediately said he had not gotten them for me, and agreed they were very cool, very thoughtful gifts that I can easily put to use. The headset for the game system is really thoughtful because my sinus problems keep me from hearing well and I can really use the headset to catch words, phrases, and game sounds I normally have difficulty hearing.

Since no one I know sent me these things, I am turning to you wonderful blog friends: Did someone in the blogosphere send me these wonderful gifts? I would love to be able to put down who had sent me these treasures and thank them personally and publicly here on the News.

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About Henrietta Handy

I have returned home to the mountains. No more am I "a mountain-girl far from home." Diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at 2 1/2, I understand pain, fatigue, laughter, joy, and love all while on crutches and in wheelchairs. This blog is just about me, mostly the writing side, but there are forays into so many different topics. I am married to a wonderful husband who puts up with my writing, knitting, yarn, with the love of a saint. We have fur babies, and one cat who rules us all.